| The chair is in the corner
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| the painting on the wall
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| The make up that you left behind, the suitcase in the hall
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| I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
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| I think it’s sad because you went away
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| I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
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| without you here we don’t know what to say
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| Since you left this morning
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| I don’t know what to do
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| I look around, I walk about, and all I see is you
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| I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
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| I think it’s sad because you went away
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| I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
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| without you here we don’t know what to say
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| The make up that you left behind, the suitcase in the hall
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| The record player on the floor, the posters on the door
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| I sit in the dark while the dawn begins to come
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| The dawning of another lonesome day
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| I talk to myself but I know it’s not the same
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| Without you here I just can bare to stay
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| I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
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| I think it’s sad because you went away
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| I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
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| without you here we don’t know what to say |